Ants In The Car.

i’m gonna be 23 tomorz. and looking back, i’ve experienced so much: this certain richness in life that is peculiar to me. no one else has exactly the same experience as me. well, it’s good seeing as i’m fearfully and wonderfully made, and unique in my own way. but then, no one has really been in my shoes, enough to make a clear comment on what i should or should not do.

of course on a tangent, people offer experiences of their own to comment and guide etc, but who’s to say who is right and which experience really fits what? the reason i wonder this aloud is in fact, for people to really get where i’m coming from. i’m not your typical medical student, neither your typical Christian, neither your typical single mom, neither your typical adrenaline junkie. all these things often become part of my introduction to new people, however, it’s accuracy (being stereotyped "labels") are questionable in my context.

so if i had a choice to do what i had thought of in my mind, and was sure of all possible consequences etc, then who has any right to judge or condemn? but society has it such that the norm is dictated by our peers. who in turn are the very people who discriminate. therefore, either i’m a non-conformist or i’m about to change the mindset of the world? and since i’ve realised i’m not Super Gene, but only humble Gene, i cannot in fact change the world. therefore i’m a non-conformist.

right now, i’m probably hyperglycaemic with a million things on my mind and raised blood sugar levels causing mild drowsiness doesn’t help. so if you do happen to read this early on, and suddenly find it taken off, i’ve probably recovered from my condition and realised what a load of crap i had just written. if you still see this however, then either my condition had rendered me permanently retarded or it’s not really that bad crap.

cheerios!

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